Paper Chaser

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah, nigga [Chorus] I'm a paper chaser My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is The moment you expired, I handle my biz I make somethin' outta nothin', you fuck with the kid You bound to get shot frontin' I'm a paper chaser My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is The moment you expired, I handle my biz I make somethin' outta nothin', you fuck with the kid You bound to get shot frontin' [Verse 1] You got that big body Benz, ha You find the bitch that you want You just treat her and her friend, ha You don' fucked up that coke, ha Them niggas mad as a mothafucker, they finna get you smoked, ha They outside where you rest, ha Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha It's hot you wearin' your vest, ha (Yeah) It's summer time and you can't even go out, nigga, you stressed, ha They talkin' about you in the hood, ha (Haha) They sayin' yo ass can't come around, you sayin' you could, ha That bitch flip gave you the boot, ha She ain't fuckin' with you, nigga, 'cause you ain't got no loot, ha Ain't nothin' left for you to do, ha So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha It won't be long 'fore you dead, ha Niggas paid me to hit ya I got to put one in yo head now! [Chorus] I'm a paper chaser My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is The moment you expired, I handle my biz I make somethin' outta nothin', you fuck with the kid You bound to get shot frontin' I'm a paper chaser My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is The moment you expired, I handle my biz I make somethin' outta nothin', you fuck with the kid You bound to get shot frontin' [Outro] Yeah! It's my summer! Go 'head say somethin' I want you to say somethin' So I can smack the fuckin' black off you, nigga I spit in your face, faggot Come through there, man, I can't wait, man Summer time we gon' mash out this year, nigga I got shooters Oh my God! Ya'll niggas don't want it with me now, man The fuck, man, ya'll now where I come from They know what cloth I was torn from Southside, nigga Ride or be rode on You know the rules! Live this summer or die this summer, babe It's real!